My will is locked in a box whose key is frozen in a block of ice. It has been that way for over six months. I had no choice, the pull held me tight and restrained. But during that time my effort, like water over stone, was relentless in its purpose. My focus was on change and slowly the stone was carved through. Now for once, I can see a new perspective and I can feel from my very core, the time is right to free my will and melt its prison. |
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